How I Got Here: My Witchy, Winding, Cozy-Chaotic Journey Back to Myself

How I Got Here

I've been tinkering with writing since my twenties. It was always the dream—the "someday I'll write a book" dream that sits on the back burner while life happens. And life did happen: marriage, kids, jobs, gardens, metaphysical shops (yes, plural—I owned two), chickens, grandkids, chaos, joy, and a whole lot of coffee.

But here's the thing about dreams: they don't go away. They just wait. And eventually, mine stopped waiting and started demanding I pay attention.

So I wrote the books I needed when I was younger—the ones that said, "You don't need expensive tools or perfect rituals to be magical. You just need to show up as yourself."

My Witchy Journey (Or: How I Found My Way Back)

I was introduced to Wicca in my early twenties, and something about it just... clicked. But life took me in different directions. I joined a Christian church and was deeply involved for years. I loved the community, the rituals, the sense of belonging.

And then the pastor committed suicide. And no one told me.

I found out weeks later, almost by accident. That moment cracked something open in me—not just grief, but a realization that I'd been trying to fit into a box that was never quite the right shape. The hurt was so deep that I wasn't important enough to warrant a phone call. That my friends broke my heart, and broke my spirit for a long time.

I left the church. I came back to Wicca. And this time, it wasn't a detour—it was home.

What Kind of Witch Am I?

Honestly? I'm not sure I fit neatly into any category, and I'm okay with that.

I don't do a lot of elaborate spells or rituals. My practice is quieter, simpler, more rooted in the everyday. I follow the seasons. I work with Mother Nature—tending my garden, watching the wheel of the year turn, honoring the rhythms of the earth.

I believe in "do unto others as you would have them do unto you." It's a truth that shows up in every spiritual tradition, and it's the foundation of everything I do.

I grow vegetables in my greenhouse during the winter. I keep chickens. I paint with watercolors. I sew quilts. I walk in the woods because being among the trees is the most healing thing I know.

To me, witchcraft isn't about what tools you own or how perfectly you perform a spell. It's about intention, connection, and living in tune with the world around you.

Why I Write

For a few years, I taught classes on Reiki and guided seekers who were trying to find their spiritual path. I loved it—the teaching, the conversations, the moment when someone's face lights up because something finally makes sense.

But I couldn't teach everyone in person. So I started writing.

I got tired of the gatekeeping. The "you're not a real witch unless..." nonsense. The assumption that witchcraft requires a trust fund or a Pinterest-perfect altar. The ridiculous idea that witches worship the devil (we don't, by the way—just in case that needed clarifying).

I wanted to educate people. I wanted to write the books I wish I'd had when I was younger—the ones that said, "Magic is for everyone, even if you're broke, messy, and figuring it out as you go."

And I wanted to write stories for kids—magical, adventurous tales that make them laugh and believe in themselves. Because young witchlings deserve to see their own wonder reflected back at them.

Life Beyond the Page

When I'm not writing, you'll find me:

• Sewing and quilting (there's something meditative about stitching fabric into something warm and useful)

• Tending my garden and greenhouse (I grow year-round because I'm stubborn like that)

• Wrangling chickens (they have opinions, and they're loud about them)

• Painting with watercolors (badly, but joyfully)

• Camping in the woods (because trees are therapy)

• Laughing at my cats (Annie, Grayson, and Oreo—two kittens who are absolute terrors and bring me endless joy)

I live with my wonderful husband, our three kids (when they visit), and three grandbabies who remind me daily that magic is real and chaos is a gift.

I'm a pretty jolly, bubbly person most of the time. I believe in laughter, honesty, and being unapologetically yourself. I'm organized chaos in human form—equal parts cozy and chaotic, just like my books.

What I Want You to Know

Being authentic is everything to me. Don't try to be something you're not—it only makes you miserable, and the world needs the real you, not a polished version of someone else.

When you read my books, I want you to feel that spark of recognition—the "Yes! That's it! That's what I've been trying to say!" feeling. I want you to giggle, laugh, and walk away with warmth in your heart.

And if my words help even one person step into who they're truly meant to be? Well, that's the best kind of magic there is.

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